John Grey

A New Life in the City
 
The woman feels what willow trees implore,
The last stroll round the lake, before she leaves
The childhood home, with heavy heart she grieves
For moments turned to ripples at the shore,
That lap on banks until they lap no more.
The days to come are blessed but they are thieves,
Horizon promises but it deceives,
And willows are too downcast to ignore.

The new life cannot meet the old halfway,
It overwhelms it in its reverie,
As most of her says go, a part says stay;
She rests her doubt against the willow tree,
As lowing branches dip to sorrow's sway,
The shadow's weight must do for memory.

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, Santa Fe Literary Review, and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and  “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in the Seventh Quarry, La Presa and California Quarterly.